(Musical amateurism inspired by an abandoned tub I found as a feral boy in SC. )
O I dont know I have never seen the moon so bright.
O I dont know I have never felt the need to die except for…
In the presence of
In the presence of all these leaves
how they fell right here…right here…
What a strange…what a strange….what a strange…
Place…for a…for a wash….
And the leaves are gathering
And all the little bugs are dead
And the moon is shining through where there was a showerhead
..And the little white flowers and the little bit of moss
And the honesuckle dew
none of these thigns are
Quite as sweet as you
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